They are a part of who I am. I have finally learned to own these feelings. To accept that they will come. To talk about them. And now to write about them.

I’ve learned not try and change the way I feel during such times. But to just wallow in these feelings knowing that this too shall pass.

I’ve learned to be aware and present to my feelings during this time. I no longer despair. I cannot control the dark days, but I can be open to what they teach me about myself and about life. This too is self-acceptance.

Dark days. They help me appreciate the many, many bright ones.

“it’s not about controlling. it’s about being present. being open, being aware – and allowing it to come.” Terri St. Cloud

I really like this idea of a ” be real ” post. You’ re always so positive Corinne, who would have thought that like the rest of us you’re subject to darkness. But then sadness and discomfort are as much a part of life as winter and they have their own beauty. Remember winter always turns to spring.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for having the courage to write this. Although I find it sad that you have to be considered courageous to share your not-so-happy-moments in blog world I guess that’s just the way it is. I’ve recently been going thru a very difficult period in my life. Big changes in the works, going off of medication and starting a new one that we weren’t sure was right for me and finally coming to the realization that it doesn’t make me weak to admit that I need to be on anti-anxiety medication. My doctor thinks it’s hormonal. I’m 48 and I’m just starting to have subtle symptoms of peri-menopause. My brain has been going thru changes and I hate it. Vertigo this past week hasn’t helped and I’m honestly tired of hearing myself say I don’t feel well. I’ve been in a very dark place but feel like I’ve come thru the other side of the dark tunnel I’ve felt trapped in. It’s really given me so much more compassion for people suffering with mental issues. I can only describe it as feeling a sense of hopelessness and fear. Thank God for my husband who has been so good thru the last couple of months!! I could write about this for hours but I’ll stop here by saying it’s a beautiful day today and I’m happy to be smiling again!!!!! xoxo~ Wendy

Dark days are very real; not easy to accept this feeling, because of the label I carry ( which are all very positive) and I prefer not to expose this part of myself as this makes me very vulnerable….agree with you .. in fact accepting this makes me humane and in a sense also gives an inner freedom to be who I am.. thanks for sharing !

The phase that you’re writing about.. ditto is the thing that is going on with me! Every single day, I open my laptop to start writing something and I end up browsing other blogs or websites.. As much as I hate this phase, it also helps me ponder over the good things, good times, good times.. with the ray of hope,
This too shall pass..

It takes courage to jot it all down.. it will all be over soon 🙂
Keep Smiling 🙂

Hi Corinne – I agree that we all have dark days and we can’t always expect sunshine and rainbows. I think the deciding factor is whether these dark days pass or whether they start to take over our lives – that’s when we need to start treating them differently. Great post ~ Leanne

It took many many years to believe that my bouts of depression were just temporary states.
The saying which you used “this too shall pass” helped me gain trust in myself. Just as those moments of joy, will pass, the same applies to sadness. This I know to be a truth.

My sadness has given me strength.
Sadness has a voice and it sits next to joy, both of equal stature.

Wow! What a scary challenge – to strip ourselves naked and show our flaws and frailties. I will have to ponder this one. I admire your bravery in exposing your underbelly. Thanks for the challenge Corrine- still pondering…. Pauline – The TurtleQueen

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